Want

Do you
Really
Want to
Meet me?

Then you
Need to
Talk to my
Walkie-Talkie
Diary, my
Calendar Girl
My Secretary

Who's She?

My wife
Sweetie
:-)

(Wrote this poem today when one of my hubby's friends called up to arrange a meeting / rendezvous and my hubby passed on the task to me as he had no clue when he would be free ;-) He remains ever so busy with his office tasks that all his home schedules, invitations and appointments are arranged by me :-) Sweetie is what he calls me.






His Face

He has
A very
Serene
Face

Whenever
I get restless
I see his face

Relaxation
Sets in....
And I thank
His face







New

The students
Are saying
Hello :-)
To each other
So are the
Parents

It's a new
School :-)
For all of us

So we are
Getting
Acquainted
With each other

(Wrote this after attending my daughter's Induction Day. She'll be going to Secondary school this year.)


The above Poems © Aparna Chatterjee 2015

Photography by Mriganka Chatterjee

You can read more poems here

I Wear

You want
To know
How close
I feel ~
Towards
You...??

Every day
You wear
Your glasses

Every day
I wear you

Just the way
You can't do
Without your
Glasses,
I can't do
Without you

'Cause
Just the way
You need
Your glasses

I need you :-)






Sometimes

Sometimes
I feel like
Writing to
You, all
Day, all
Night :-)

As if
Writing
Comes to
Me naturally
All day, all
Night :-)





If

If you
See him
Smiling
For no
Reason

Don't assume
There's no
Reason

The reason
Could be
Love :-)





Mother - Daughter

Daughter is posing
Mother is clicking,
In this age of Selfie
It's all about 'Me' ;-)

(written after seeing my neighbours taking selfies)





Some People

Some people
Are way too
Busy to give you
Time

But when
They are
Free
They want
All your time

Doesn't matter
To them - that
If and when
You need them
They don't have time






That

That
Last
Line
Of his
Poem
Stayed
With me
For a long
Time...

As if
Somebody
Had brought
Back to me
A long-lost
Memory...
After a
Long time






She

She
May be
Feeling
Lonely
Out there

So she's
Sharing
Her blog
Everywhere

(Theme: Filler)

School

Beginning
School
And
Ending
School

The school
Remains the
Same

The influx
And outflux
Goes on

Just like
We do
On
Earth

(in this poem, the earth is perceived as a school which we join when we are born and leave when we die and so the steady flow of births and deaths represents the influx and outflux)






He's

He's died
Peacefully
In his sleep.
At least,
Now he'll
Not be
Plagued
By the
Aches
And
Pains
Of his
Diurnal
Ablutions
That didn't
Let him sleep

(dedicated to aged, disabled or chronically ill people for whom life is so much of a burden that even doing their everyday little chores seems to be so painful. Death releases them from their diurnal struggle)






Pack

Pack a
Punch
In your
Poems
So that
People
Who
Read you
Consider
You to be
The Mary
Kom of
Prolific
Poetry

(addressed to all women poets)


All the above Poems are © Aparna Chatterjee 2015

School image © Getty Images dot Com (Courtesy: Boloji)

You can read more poems here

Spreading

Spreading
Smiles :-)
Wherever
You go

The world
Is yours :-)
Before you
Know

(I cropped this photo from my Kochi's school banner :)







Is It Me?

Is it me
Who
Writes
On those
Sites?

Could be
Me ;-)

'Cause
Even
I don't
Know
The
Person
Who
Writes
On those
Sites ;-)

(seeing my poems on PH and Boloji and trying to know the poetess in me as it seems she's another part of me, hence reading my poems often amazes me ;-)







Realise

As the
Years
Go by
You'll
Realise
That
You
Need
Nobody
Else
Except
Yourself
To realise
Your true
Self

(Theme: Realisation)


Image + Poems © Aparna Chatterjee 2014

You can read more Poems here

Initially I thought

Whatever was written on the whiteboard by her teacher, she might have copied it on her card, as she was being taught to make a Mother's Day card for the Mothering Sunday that was celebrated yesterday (30/03/14)

So I thought that along with the drawing, designing, paper-cutting, she was also taught what all to write just like the other children in her class.

She clarified, No mummy, it was not so.

The teacher had taught them how to make those paper roses but the interior and exterior decoration with pens and pencils was left to their own personal choices so that they could make it personalized with their own thoughts and feelings about how they felt towards their mothers.

This freedom of expression in a formal school setting pleasantly surprised me....and I was really touched by the way my Kochi wrote about me.

Here's a collage of her Mother's Day card that she made for me and brought home this weekend and as if this wasn't enough she even sent me a lovely e-greeting.

https://plus.google.com/photos/117466581567846877904/albums/5996901030294243105?banner=pwa

Had a wonderful day yesterday with her hugs and kisses and will cherish this day all my life :-)

Besides her favourite hobby of art and craft, she also enjoys reading, writing and listening to music.

Here's a sample of her poems she wrote when she was 9.

http://please-peruse.blogspot.co.uk/2014/01/snowman.html

Now she's 10 :-)

Bye for Now,

Cheers
Aparna

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The AC Daily - Today's News

http://paper.li/alwaysaparna/1319026420

YouTube Playlists - Happy Playing :-)

https://www.youtube.com/user/playingplaylists/playlists

Pleasant surprises from people or places we don't expect feel all the more pleasant :-) Aparna Chatterjee